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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.