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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.