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 Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.