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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Technova,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.