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 Oman and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Deakin to the punk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.