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 Denmark and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.