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 Cuba and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a guitar 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?
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Cameo,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Gong,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.