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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.