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 Argentina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Holt to the rap 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.