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 Togo and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a theremin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.