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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ponytail to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Mars,
Ludus,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.