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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.