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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
cv313,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.