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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.