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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.