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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.