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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
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.