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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.