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 Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.