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 El Salvador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.