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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Skarface,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Crime,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.