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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Television,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.