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 Peru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.