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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.