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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.