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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and an oboe 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.