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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Index,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
the Swans,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.