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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.