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 Haiti and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Half Japanese to the dance 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.