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 Kenya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.