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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma to the disco 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.