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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.