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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.