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 Somalia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Television,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.