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 Kingdom and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.