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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.