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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.