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 Iran and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.