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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Metal Thangz to the grime 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Pylon,
Nico,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.