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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Radiohead to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.