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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
The Cure,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.