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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
X-102,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.