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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Motions to the grunge 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.