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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Make Up,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.