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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Organ,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.