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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
June Days,
The Evens,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.