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 Japan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.