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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.