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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Japan,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.