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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
June Days,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.