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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.