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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arcadia to the disco 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.