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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Al Stewart 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
ABC,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.