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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mummies to the electroclash 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.