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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 In Retrospect to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.