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 Syria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Mars,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.