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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.