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 Libya and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Smog,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.