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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Neu!,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.