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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Wings,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.