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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.