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 Palau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.