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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Accadde A to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
The Victims,
Brick,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Smog,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.