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 Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.