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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.