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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.