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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.