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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Happenings to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Index,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Technova,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.