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 Yemen and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.