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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.