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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.