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 Finland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.