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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.