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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.