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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.