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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.