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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Intrusion to the crunk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Index,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.