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 Finland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.