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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.