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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.