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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Severed Heads to the dance 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.