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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Index,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.