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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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?
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.