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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Y Pants to the dance 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.