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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.