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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 mellotron and a 808 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Technova,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Index,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.