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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.