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 Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Index,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.