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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Can,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.