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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.