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 Botswana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.