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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Wire,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.