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 Samoa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.