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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the rock 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
UT,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.