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 Togo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the grime 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.