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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.