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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
X-101,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.