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 Slovakia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
UT,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.