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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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?
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.