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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.