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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.