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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.