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 India and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.