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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 a güiro and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.