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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
MC5,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.