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 Mexico and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.