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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.