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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.