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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Swans to the grime 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
The Wake,
UT,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.