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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Association to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.