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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.