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 Georgia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.