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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the rap 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.