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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 guitar 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.