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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Oblivians to the disco 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.