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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 a-ha to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.