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 Albania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.