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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the jazz 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
PIL,
The Move,
The Evens,
Main Source,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.