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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.