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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.