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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 a guitar and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.