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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Gong,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.