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 Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Liliput to the rock 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.