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 Romania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
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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.