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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.