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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
ABC,
MC5,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.