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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young to the crunk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.