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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.