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 Denmark and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 The Pop Group to the techno 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Hoover,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.