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 Australia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Infiniti to the punk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.