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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Amazonics to the punk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.