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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.