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 Belarus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.