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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.