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 Armenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.