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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet 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 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?
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.