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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.