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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.