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 Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
10cc,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.