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 United States and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 rhodes and a guitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.