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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.