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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a theremin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.