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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.