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 China and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
DNA,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.