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 Iran and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.