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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.