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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians to the punk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.