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 Dominica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.