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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.