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 Monaco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.