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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
MC5,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.