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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Busters to the rap 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
cv313,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.