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 Gambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.