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 Andorra and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.