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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skatalites to the dance 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
ABC,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.