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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.