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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.