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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.