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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.