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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.