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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.