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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.