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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.