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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.