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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a 808 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.