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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a theremin 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.