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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 The Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.