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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.