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 United States and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.