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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 The Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.