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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motions to the rock 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.