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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 linndrum 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.