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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.