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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Index,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.