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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oblivians to the punk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Wings,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.