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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
June of 44,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.