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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
The Names,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.