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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
JFA,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.