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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.