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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.