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 Fiji and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Lyres,
Gong,
MC5,
Mars,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Niagra,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.