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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
JFA,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.