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 France and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the electroclash 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Brick,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.