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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Stiv Bators to the punk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
This Heat,
JFA,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.