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 Portugal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.