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 Fiji and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.