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 Libya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.