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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Dave Clark Five to the rock 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Magazine,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.