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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Television,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.