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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.