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 Panama and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.