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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.