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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the dance 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.