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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.