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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Suicide,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.