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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.