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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.