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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.