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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a marimba 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.