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 Vanuatu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.