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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.