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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.