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 Burkina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the disco 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.