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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Crime,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.