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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Swans,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.