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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Flipper,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.