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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a snare 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.