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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.