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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.