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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 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 Barrington Levy to the rap 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.