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 Qatar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Wake to the dance 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.