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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.