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 Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.