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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.