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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.