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 Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ 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?
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.