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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Neu!,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.