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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
The Move,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.