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 Libya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Brick to the techno 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.