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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Can,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.