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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.