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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.