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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lindisfarne to the dance 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.