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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.