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 Poland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.