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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the disco 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 spring reverb and an organ 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.