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 Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yaz to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
X-101,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.