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 Grenada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.