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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the grime 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.