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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Symarip,
Television,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.