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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Quantec,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.