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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gories to the disco 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.