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 Romania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
UT,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.