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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The United States of America to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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?
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.