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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Youth Brigade to the punk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.