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 Japan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.