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 Paraguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Roxette,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
MDC,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.