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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Crime,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.