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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 United States of America to the funk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 snare and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Hashim,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
The Standells,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
UT,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.