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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.