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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes 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?
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.