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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.