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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
The Fall,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.