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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.