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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lalann to the disco 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.