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 Syria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Slackers to the crunk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.