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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Urselle to the rock 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.