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 Syria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.