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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a sitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.