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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.