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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
The Index,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.