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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a sitar 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Nico,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.