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 Benin and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Iggy Pop to the dance 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.