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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the grunge 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
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.