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 Latvia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Lydon to the grime 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.