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 New Zealand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.