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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a mellotron 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.