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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.