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 Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.