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 Uruguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.