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 Iceland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.