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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Doors to the rock 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Technova,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.