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 Libya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Technova,
Pagans,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.