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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.