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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Index to the grime 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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?
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
UT,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.