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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.