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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.