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 South Africa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.