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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Crime,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.