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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.