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 Egypt 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All PIL 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 rock 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.