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 Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the rock 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.