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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.