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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a snare 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?
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.