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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.