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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
MDC,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.