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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 The Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Roxette,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.