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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flipper to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Little Man,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.