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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dark Day to the rap 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.