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 Venezuela and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.