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 Hungary and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Young Rascals to the disco 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.