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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.