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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the techno 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.