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 Peru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Interpol,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.