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 Australia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.