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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.