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 Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Harmonia to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.