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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 harpsichord and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.