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 Angola and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.