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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.