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 Comoros and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.