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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.