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 Turkey and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 oboe and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Gong,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Cymande,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.