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 Jordan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.