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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.