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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.