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 Samoa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals 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 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.