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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
The Associates,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.