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 United States and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
X-102,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.