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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Qualms,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.