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 Maldives and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Television,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.