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 Marshall Islands 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.