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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Litter to the funk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.