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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.