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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the rap 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.