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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Liliput,
The Names,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.