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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.