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 Indonesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 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 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.