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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.