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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Swans,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
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.