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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.