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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.