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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Index,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.