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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the techno 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.