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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Niagra to the techno 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.