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 Honduras and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.