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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Erasure to the rap 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.