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 Poland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.