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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the funk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.