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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Scion,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.