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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Junior Murvin 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.