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 Lesotho and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an organ 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?
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.