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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pylon to the grunge 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.