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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.