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 Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Quantec,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.