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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
MDC,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.