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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dirtbombs to the rock 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.