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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 A Certain Ratio 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.