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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
UT,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.