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 Australia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.