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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Slave,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.