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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Infiniti 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.