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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an organ 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.