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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the electroclash 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Crime,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.