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 Canada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.