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 Qatar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.