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 Kenya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the dance 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 rhodes 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.