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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the funk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.