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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.