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 Georgia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Corsano to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.