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 Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.