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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a guitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
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.