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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.