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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.