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 Netherlands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gang of Four to the funk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Excepter,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.