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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.