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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.