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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wire to the grunge 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.