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 Angola and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 cv313 to the rock 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.