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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Swans,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Japan,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.