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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.