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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
The Monks,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.