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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.