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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.