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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.