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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.