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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
10cc,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
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.