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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.