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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 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?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Fear,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.