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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.