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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.