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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ludus to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.