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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.