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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harmonia to the jazz 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.