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 Senegal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a snare 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.