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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.