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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and an organ 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Swans,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.