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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.