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 Grenada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the funk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.