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 Mauritius and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Unrelated Segments to the funk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Crime,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.