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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crime to the rock 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.