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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.