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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buckinghams to the rap 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.