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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.