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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.