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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 808 and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Ituana,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.