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 Liberia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.