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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Henry Cow to the techno 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.