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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.