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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rekid to the dance 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.