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 London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.