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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.