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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.