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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Selecter 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
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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.