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 Yemen 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Model 500,
The Names,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.