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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Technova,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.