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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Marc Almond to the rap 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.