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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.