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 Haiti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T. Rex 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.