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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.