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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.