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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Slits to the funk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Nas,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.