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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the disco 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.