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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.