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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.