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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.