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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Eurythmics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.