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 Zambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Nas,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.