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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.