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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.