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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
EPMD,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.