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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.