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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.