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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.