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 Spain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Oneida 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.