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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Sonics to the electroclash 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.