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 Tonga and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Index,
Darondo,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
the Association,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.