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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange 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?
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.