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 Germany and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.