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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.