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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.