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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hashim to the dance 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.