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 Austria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.