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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Sonics to the grime 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.