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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.