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 Uzbekistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Colin Newman to the disco 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.