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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 synthesizer 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.