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 Somalia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.