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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Deepchord 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.