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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 electroclash 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.