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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.