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 Poland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.