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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.