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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the funk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s.
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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.