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 Kosovo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.