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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.