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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Franke,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.