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 Burkina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the grunge 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.