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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marmalade 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.