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 Ghana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.