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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.