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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.