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 Burkina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Vladislav Delay 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.