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 Monaco and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Nico,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.