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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the rock 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.