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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Niagra,
Scion,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Visage,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.