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 Belarus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.