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 South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.