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 Somalia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Japan,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.