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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.