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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.