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 Hungary and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.