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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.