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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.