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 Finland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Crime,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.