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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.