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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.