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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.