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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.