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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Wings,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.