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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.