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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Q65,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.