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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.