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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Can,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.