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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Roxette 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 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?
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Gong,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.