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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Divine Comedy to the punk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.