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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Faust,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.