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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-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.