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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.