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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yazoo to the dance 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.