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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Can,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.