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 Hungary 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.