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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Suicide to the grunge 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.