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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Japan to the electroclash 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Television,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.