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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fall to the electroclash 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
PIL,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.