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 Lebanon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.