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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Scion,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.