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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a snare 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.