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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.