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 Zambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Lille and Salvador.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mojo Men to the grunge 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.