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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.