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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
The Names,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Nas,
Blancmange,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.