Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.