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 Jamaica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Last Poets to the disco 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
ABBA,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.