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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.