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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
the Swans,
New Order,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Nas,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.