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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.