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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
New Order,
Index,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.