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 Guyana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.