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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.