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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Last Poets to the electroclash 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.