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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.