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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.