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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.