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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.