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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.