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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Wake to the disco 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.