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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.