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 Croatia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.