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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.