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 Tunisia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Steve Hackett to the rock 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.