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 Australia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Desert Stars 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a snare 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.