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 Honduras and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.