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 Germany and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the funk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
the Swans,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.