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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
World's Most,
a-ha,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.