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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.