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 Denmark and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.