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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Darondo to the dance 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.