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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Visage,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.