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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sex Pistols to the techno 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.