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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.