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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 World's Most to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 an organ 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 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?
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.