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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.