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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bad Manners to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.