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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
the Association,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
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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.