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 Montenegro and from London.
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 London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + 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.