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 Benin and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Section 25 to the funk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.