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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.