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 San Marino 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slackers to the jazz 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.