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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.