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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 808 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 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?
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.