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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.